The Silence Speaks

There's an echo up here, in the space between constellations, a soft ripple that whispers secrets only the night knows. It’s not so much a voice as a feeling—like the brush of comet tails across your thoughts, a gentle reminder that silence has more to say than we often let it.

Ever pause and just listen? I mean really listen, without the noise of the day jabbering in your ears? Out here, the stars have a way of talking that’s beyond words—more like heartbeats in the dark.

And you realize: every star is a story. Some tales are old, some not even begun. Each a wink in the vast tapestry we drift through. It’s casual, this conversation—like a chat with a friend who's been around a while and knows the moves of the universe.

Dreams of the Unseen
Paths Between the Moons
Whispers in the Echoes